Kelsey
After seeing my sister behave like that, I'm getting the feeling Skye hates crowds. Can't say I blame her, they bug me too, but not enough for me to get that pissed off. I wish I knew her better... but we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other better so I guess it's alright. I followed after my angry sister, the rest of our friends behind me and the pack members dispersing elsewhere. Once she was inside she stopped and waited for us, either that or she didn't feel like exploring.
"Okay, Drake, where's yo damn sister at?" I questioned since I haven't seen her since fricken before Christmas.
"You're the one that likes tracking scents, go find her." Drake chuckled, I huffed and glared at him for a second then shifted into my smallest wolf to find her just cause I fricken can. Still hurts shifting but since it's roughly the size of human me it isn't too bad.
"Yup, still wish I could do that." Skye somewhat muttered at me, I gave a look that said I told you what probably needs to happen. She sighed and stayed silent after that, I sniffed around and found Willow's scent then followed it to her room. Pf of course. Do shit the complicated way. Anyhow I shifted back and shook my head at myself then knocked on her door.
"Who is it?" Her cute little voice shouted from inside. "Only your favorite person ever with some new friends for you to meet." I called back. Willow let out her excited screech sound and whipped the door open, excitement gleaming from her.
"Kelsey!!" She exclaimed as she jumped on me.
I chuckled and caught her then as she hugged me I said, "So Willow, I've got some new friends I want you to meet. This is Skye, my twin sister and our brother Mason. And these are their friends Dylan, Lily and Luke." She hopped down to inspect them all curiously, trying to act like a detective or something. After a few seconds of acting serious she squealed and hugged Skye first, she tensed up and her nostrils flared but she hid any anger she might've felt and patted Willow's back awkwardly. Willow moved on to Lily then Mason, Dylan and Luke.
"Hi!" She greeted excitedly. They all chuckled in amusement and said hi back, except Skye, she seemed to struggle with being the same as everyone else.
"Hey I think I might've seen a little kitty outside, should we go look for it?" Dylan asked her.
Willow's eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand and dragged him outside saying, "Let's go find the kitty!!" I feel like he might've mind linked Skye just from that momentary blank staring they both had but I'm not too sure. Dylan shot Skye a gentle smile, which she very slightly returned.
She glanced at me accidentally staring and said, "Sorry, I don't really do meeting new people... or hugs..."
"It's alright, I was the same." I replied.
"Pf. Who's the fricken older one cause right now it's sounding like it's you somehow." Skye jokingly scoffed.
I thought about it for a second and responded, "Actually, who was born first? Why didn't we bother thinking of asking that before?"
Skye thought for a second then pulled out her device thingy and asked, "When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-running, but not to help. In short I was about to commit yet another murder is why we didn't think of it. Did that bitch somehow get home?" Confusion took over my expression, both from her first sentence and the fact she's apparently committed a lot of murder. "Silence of the Lambs, could someone fricken answer please." She retorted, rolling her eyes in exasperation at us. I shrugged and looked at Drake.
"Uh... My dad probably showed her where the portal is, he doesn't know the lies she's told so he was probably tryna be nice." He answered truthfully.
"Okay then let's go to your house quickly and see." Skye said hitting buttons on her device. A portal to my house appeared and just the three of us went through so the others could tell Dylan and Willow where we went if they come back inside before we're back. I sniffed at the front door a little and could tell our mom was home.
"Wait, should we have Mason here to make her feel worse?" Skye asked as I went to open the door.
I stopped and thought for a minute, "I don't know... I'm not sure how I feel about her anymore, plus it'd be a little weird to both angrily ask and nicely ask who was born first don't you think?" I replied, now wondering why we were doing this.
Skye frowned and said, "Yeah, I guess so, but oh well. Already here, let's just go ask."
I went to open the door but it was locked so I sighed, "ugh just a sec and I'll find my key," but by the time I got my key out, my sister got the door open. All Drake managed to get out was an "Uh–" before I looked up to notice she opened the door.
"How–.... what the fuck dude?" She shrugged at me as if it was no big deal that she technically just broke into my house.
"What? I'm a good lock picker whussup??" I couldn't even think of a reply, just left my mouth hung open before blinking and shaking my head while leading the way inside. From the sounds of the T.V. she was in the living room this time. We walked silently towards the huge room and Skye took the lead for whatever reason. Our mother was sitting on the couch, her back to us. Skye leaned on the door frame to the living room and randomly started casually playing with a knife that literally came out of fucking nowhere. "Hey mom got a question for ya real quick. Which of us was born first?" she said loud enough to be heard over top of the T.V., scaring the shit out of our mom who almost fell onto the floor she jumped so bad.
"U-uh.. You were Skye. Is there a reason you felt the need to startle me so badly?" She answered then questioned.
Skye froze in playing with her knife then got off the door frame to point the blade tip at her and say, "Excuse the fuck out of you. Are you the one in a position to be mad here? Have you already forgotten all the lies you've told to Kelsey? Because we sure as hell haven't and last I checked, I have no problem burning you alive if you continue lying since you never have been and never will be my mother. So I ask, did you say I was born first because you think it'd make me feel better and make me not murder you or is it an actual fully true fact I'm the older one?"
Our mother flinched slightly but responded, "It's true, you are the one who was born first. Kelsey was born about fifteen minutes after you. I swear."
"Fine. I'll believe you, but if you're lying again just know I WILL hunt you down and slaughter you where you stand regardless of anyone trying to tell me it's not worth it. Because believe me.. it will be completely worth it to kill the one who made me just to throw me away." Skye snarled after probably glaring at her. Skye turned on her heel and walked out of my house, leaving Drake and I to awkwardly look between her and our mom before following after her. We went back through the portal to where all our friends were waiting.
"Where'd you guys go?" Willow asked as she held Dylan's hand.
I noticed the faint glare Skye gave their hands but didn't say anything about it and answered, "We went to pay our mom a visit to see who was born first."
"And?" Kat asked.
"I was." Skye replied.
Everyone was silent for a little bit until Jason spoke up and questioned, "Am I the only one not really surprised by that?" My friends and brother all shook their heads, I shook my head as well because I'm not surprised by it either.
"Yay another big sister!!" Willow exclaimed, obviously not knowing that Skye would still be an older sister to her anyways even if it was me who was born first. She ran and hugged Skye again, this time she was anticipating it and slightly smiled down at Willow. "You should come see my room! It's so beautiful! Like you!" Willow said happily, starting to drag Skye into her room. She looked both a little scared and pissed the hell off about it. Scared probably because even without going in her room you can tell it's pure pink and it's sickening. When Willow looked back at her she put a smile on her face.
"Let's play Barbies!!!" She squealed happily. Skye shot us all a look that clearly said, "how the fuck did I get dragged into this shit, fucking help" but then Willow closed the door, trapping Skye in the torture room. We all slightly chuckled and started dispersing, then the door opened again and Willow dragged Dylan into her room as well as she said, "We need someone to play the boy."
"No we don't. We don't need a boy. We're strong girls who don't need no stupid man. I'm gay I don't like boys." I heard my sister say on the other side of the now closed door.
"Excuse me?" Dylan objected.
"What's gay?" Willow asked curiously then I heard Skye's response, "I was only half serious so calm down Dylan. Gay is just when someone loves someone else who is the same gender, but too many people see it as a bad thing. I say love whoever you want and identify as whatever you feel suits you."
"Why is your sister giving ours that talk? Isn't that a little awkward?" Kat asked, half serious.
"Probably cause she asked and I doubt its awkward for her because she's stating fact, there's nothing wrong with being gay. Or Bi, or trans or anything else under that very large umbrella." I answered then added, "Besides, if Willow is asking about that stuff it's better to tell her than to brush it off. Just be thankful you won't be giving her the full blown sex talk." Kat made a face at the sex talk part so I laughed before asking those who have never been here if they'd like a tour. The three of them nodded so I showed them around, once they saw everything everyone dispersed to do their own thing. I ended up walking past Willow's room and heard them in the middle of what sounded like an intense battle scene. I laughed again as I walked away to the kitchen to get something to eat cause now I'm hungry again, just for a snack though. I was sitting at the counter eating some goldfish crackers when Willow came skipping in with a mortified looking Skye and an amused as always Dylan.
"How'd Barbies go?" I asked, trying really hard to not laugh.
Skye glared at me as Willow answered, "Really good! She kinda sucked at first but that's okay. She's better at barbies than everyone else in the whole house!"
I dramatically gasped and questioned, "Even me?"
She nodded enthusiastically and replied, "She makes them beat up the bad guys with ninja kicks and stuff, it's so cool!"
"But I make them do that too!" I fake objected, dying to laugh.
"Yeah but she does it better." Willow stated. I had to turn away for a few seconds to silently laugh then turned back, fighting the smile that wanted to grow on my face. Dylan looked the same as I did, probably since I obviously can't see my face. Skye even more so looked like she was going to die of the horrors that just happened to her.
"Okay first; of course I'd suck at it cause I've never played with dolls before and second I'm going home now, here's how you can reach me without any mind link shhhhstuff." Skye stated, handing me a piece of paper. She never played with dolls before..? I have so many questions about her childhood but she's made it clear she doesn't really want to share any of it...
"Nice cover." I whispered, chuckling, pretending to ignore her first statement. She rolled her eyes, bared through another Willow hug, then left with Dylan, Luke, Lily and an agitated looking Mason. Huh... wonder what's with him. I looked at the paper, it had a little map on it. Hmm... wonder where that even is.